East Sider
the weight of the world on your eyes
keep walking,
don’t turn that head
don’t look
at me.
at the times before
just keep walking
East Sider
self made
not by the hands of man
not by a man
never a man
East Sider
did I ever figure you out?
in that house
east side of town
alone
surrounded by night
by trinket’s of others’ past
by self inflicted isolation
by your own dreams and prejudice
saving yourself for that day
for that person
that will never happen
or never was
I remember you East Sider
and as you walk by, I can tell
you pretend not to know me